216: Lightning Bugs

Lighting Bugs

You caught a lightning bug in your hand

gently, slowly,

more like a landing ramp than a trap.

You held it to me

as if to say

Here’s a little light.

You need a little light.

It was after we talked about the storm

and before the sun set,

somewhere in between

the last news brief

and the next one.

I need a little light

We need a little light

Oh honey you we’re right.

Written by Sarah A. Speed // Writing the Good